Sitting by the shoreWatching the whispering waterAmbling through the forestListening to the moaning of the treesThey echoed one warning meaning

My child, my child Strain your ears to His words They are natural and binding upon all men

The laws of the creator are straightLike the path of light through darknessHis judgments are without a bendBut the justice of man is crookedLike the way of a serpent

My child, my child Strain your ears to his words They are natural and binding upon all men

Let not the lust of this worldNeither the one in the temple of your heartCause you to scratch the legs in your lineagesYour daughters are the bonds that render them sacredAnd your sin will rain on you the nemesis of tuberculosis

My child, my child Strain your ears to His words They are natural and binding upon all men